After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

Within Jiepai Pass, the years pass by without notice.

Since the Holy Mother of Wudang left with her sword, Xiao Wu has once again closed the General's Mansion and refused all visitors.

The changing winds and events of the outside world were irrelevant to him at this moment. His entire mind was focused on the inconspicuous fragment of the Jade Tablet of Creation in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The Five Elements principles flowing within are no longer simple interactions of generation and restraint, but rather point directly to the "Tao," the origin of the universe.

The so-called Five Elements are not the physical forms of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, but rather the Qi (vital energy) of the universe.

Day 120.

Xiao Wuji sat cross-legged in the dark yellow light curtain hanging from the Chaos Bell. The five-colored divine light around him had long since disappeared, replaced by a kind of simple and unadorned gray aura.

That is a sign of the five elements uniting and reversing the balance of Yin and Yang.

The Five Elements are considered primary, with Yin and Yang above them. If the Five Elements represent concrete manifestations, then Yin and Yang represent ideological manifestations. When the Five Elements reach their limits, they evolve into the concept of Yin and Yang.

Of course, this does not mean that Yin and Yang are stronger than the Five Elements; it simply means that all things are ultimately the same, and the great principles lead to the same goal.

"I am not gold, I am not wood... I am the Five Elements, and the Five Elements are me."

Xiao Wuji suddenly opened his eyes. Deep within his pupils, five halos of light—blue, yellow, red, white, and black—spun wildly before finally merging completely.

boom!

The Great Luo Dao Fruit within his body trembled violently.

Beside the already twelve-petaled flower of essence, a second golden lotus bud slowly rose, infused with the essence of the five elements.

That represents magic power, fortune, and laws—the Flower of Qi!

"open!"

Xiao Wuji gave a low shout.

The flower of energy bloomed with unstoppable force, its petals unfolding layer by layer.

Third rank... Sixth rank... Ninth rank...

It broke through the ninth rank without any hindrance, and finally settled at the twelfth rank amidst the joyful roar of the Chaos Bell!

Two flowers clustered at the top, both of them being of the twelfth grade!

A vast and boundless pressure from a mid-stage Grand Luo cultivator instantly swept through the entire secret chamber.

If it weren't for the Chaos Bell suppressing it, this terrifying aura would probably have pierced the sky and alarmed all the powerful beings in the primordial world.

"call……"

Xiao Wuji slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. As the breath left his body, it transformed into five lifelike little dragons, which hovered in the air for a long time before dissipating.

He has reached the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

This is not merely an improvement in cultivation level, but a leap in the level of life. Now, with just his Five Elements Origin, he is enough to crush other Great Luo Immortals of the same level in terms of laws.

"After being in seclusion for so long, it's time to go out and stretch my muscles."

Xiao Wuji stood up, his eyes flashing with a hidden glint, and pushed open the door to go out.

……

The sandstorms still rage on the walls of Jiepai Pass.

Xiao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back under the flagpole, looking up at the three figures swaying in the wind.

Jin Zha, Mu Zha, Huang Tianhua.

These three outstanding disciples of the third generation of the Chan Sect have been hanging here for more than three months.

Their former glamour is long gone. Now, they are ragged and emaciated, looking like three dried salted fish.

Because their cultivation and souls were sealed, they couldn't even commit suicide and could only endure the wind and sun and the pointing fingers of the mortal soldiers below day and night.

The despair of being unable to live or die had shattered their Daoist beliefs.

Upon seeing Xiao Wuji appear, a hint of longing for liberation appeared in the previously lifeless eyes of the three.

"Great...General..."

Xu Gai followed cautiously behind, whispering, "What should we do with these three? Xiqi has been keeping a truce, and no one has even bothered to ask them anything."

"Yes, it's been hanging there for three months now."

Xiao Wuji sneered, his gaze piercing through the void as he looked at the lifeless Xiqi camp.

"Those hypocrites from the Chan Sect keep talking about the deep bond between fellow disciples, but what's the result? Three months have passed, and not a single person has come to discuss the ransom."

"It seems that these three useless pieces of trash have become discarded pawns in the eyes of the Primordial Celestial Lord. Since they are discarded pawns, keeping them around is just a waste of my flagpole."

Xiao Wuji's voice was calm, yet it made the three people on the flagpole tremble violently, their eyes revealing extreme terror.

"No...don't..."

Jinzha struggled to open his chapped lips, wanting to beg for mercy.

"It's too late."

Xiao Wuji didn't waste any words and flipped his hand over.

boom!

The Fantian Seal, which he had just refined and infused with more of Pangu's aura, appeared out of thin air in his palm.

"Since your elders aren't sincere, don't blame me for killing them."

"In your next life, remember to keep your eyes peeled for that crucial moment, and don't join the Chan Sect again."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Wuji waved his arm.

The Heaven-Turning Seal swelled in the wind, transforming into a small mountain the size of a millstone, carrying a terrifying weight capable of shattering the vacuum, and slammed down on the three people on the flagpole!

"Bang!!!"

A dull thud followed, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering and blood splattering.

There was no miracle, no rescue.

Under the crushing force of the Heaven-Turning Seal, the most powerful and deadly treasure acquired after birth, the three, who were already exhausted, did not even have time to utter a scream. Their physical bodies and primordial spirits were instantly smashed into dust and scattered in the wind.

Only three true spirits, carrying endless resentment and a desire for liberation, drifted out in a daze and were absorbed by the invisible Investiture of the Gods in the sky, heading straight for Mount Qi.

Three more disciples of the third generation of the Chan Sect have been lost!

On the city wall, the defending soldiers who witnessed this scene were all silent with fear. Their commander was truly a ruthless man! He killed without hesitation, leaving no room for mercy.

Xiao Wuji withdrew the Fantian Seal, looked at the empty flagpole, and nodded in satisfaction.

"The space has been cleared out."

He turned around and instructed Xu Gai:

"Go and invite the Bodhisattva Samantabhadra from the water dungeon."

"Since no one has redeemed those three worthless items, let's put up something more valuable instead."

A moment later, the disheveled Samantabhadra was dragged onto the city wall.

When he saw the still-wet bloodstains on the ground and the three empty ropes, the body of this Great Immortal began to tremble uncontrollably.

He knew where his three junior disciples had gone.

He also knew who would be next.

"Hang it up."

Xiao Wuji pointed to the highest position that originally belonged to Jin Zha.

Several guards rushed up like wolves and tigers, skillfully binding Puxian hand and foot and hanging him upside down from the top of the flagpole.

Xiao Wuji casually summoned a wooden board, used his finger as a pen, and wrote eight large characters in a flowing, elegant style. He then personally hung it around Puxian's neck.

After finishing all this, he clapped his hands, looked at his masterpiece, and a bright smile appeared on his lips.

"Xu Gai, pass on the order."

"Tell Xiqi that these are the Twelve Golden Immortals, genuine hostages of the Great Luo."

"New stock available, no credit. If you want people, show your sincerity. If you continue to play dead like before..."

Xiao Wuji pointed to the bloodstains on the ground, his eyes icy:

"This is what happens."

The wind blows across the city walls.

The immortal Puxian hung upside down in mid-air, the wooden plaque on his chest swaying in the wind, the eight large characters on it appearing particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

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